We’ve got a message and we don’t need signs and followers
We’ve got a message; “you’re all fucked”

We’re not in Kansas anymore
(We’re not in Kansas anymore)
There’s a place reserved in hell
You’re going to fit in just fine
Take that book you’ve read so wrong
Stop making it your own

Learn to be a human being, and show some compassion
All cults end, take a page from Jonestown
Drink every drop, let none be wasted
We’d love to see you in the ground